my darkest secrets
let's lose ourselves in poetry
hoping to find answers in reality
dance with me in the moonlight
as I whisper my darkest dreams
catch my breath as I exhale
slipping back into insanity
does it feel good
do you not see that a word hits harder
what do you gain,
to see the one you supposedly love in pain
are you any more a man
just because you don't raise a hand.
do you not see the woman
you have turned into a little girl again.
do you think you...
feeling bad about myself, but it helped me feel better. It's called Hello Katie. Enjoy and tell me what you think about it.
do you see me?
Or am I just a face,
that you've forgotten fast...
do you know me?
Am I just Autistic,
the boy with help in...
Chatting about dirty things,
My skin flushes and hormones sing.
What I miss
Though is a kiss.
My heart would flutter as I feel
My distant lover become real.
And the rest...
Are they the best?
Or is it happily enough
To once again feel loved?
feel like losing myself again
to drive into forgetfulness
back to thoughts, feelings, where i did'nt really care
I am now borded, i feel like coming back to a memory
i would like to loose myself again
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
True love the kind we all want it to be
If we keep open heart (and eye)
Love will never pass us by
I wish you LOVE for 2 - 0 - 1 - 3 !I wish you JOY in 2 - 0 - 1 - 3
Happiness & Joy to you from me
If we are happy every day
joy will help us...
winds shroud the mountains
Where strange birds call,
And wild things cry,
And small souls shiver in the night.
There is a time of long, grey shadows
And fear that has no name -
No name save Time -
And Time is not my friend.
I must walk alone - same as you -
our hearts pumping and swollen with electric love, precious breath moving through parted lips. I would have kissed you in that burning room, muggy with smoke and one-night abandon. I would have loved you intensely, our souls embracing in the warmth of the city lights. I would...
and so here is the poem that I wrote for him when he was a baby.
_ _ _____ _ _
"Fussy Nights With Baby Boy"
Do you remember when
we would lie on the yellow couch
listening to jazz on CBC
as crickets provided the words?
Occasionally racoons would fight...
treeline. I drive along a back road,
100 miles down the massive levee from home, in the ancient
floodplains of the river I eyed as a child.
I find the dirt road where I
know (or at least the maps have said) at the end sits
nothing but uncharted woods and
little slight still does hurt.
My innards retch and bile lurches;
My heart flails and my mind searches.
I seek respite but get no such purchase.
I am excited but resist some urges;
My mouth opens and verbally purges.
The words mean that emotion surges.
until the end,
Even your death subscribed to your own wishes.
When we knew you were sick,
No doubts remaining, a
Few of us lucky ones had the chance to say goodbye
Before you took your last breath, by you I sat and watched the
Depths of your will grow, not weaken,
playing hide and seek
with glow and rain
we are the winners every time
the prism colours arch across the sky
turning greens and purple blues
into a morning landscape of colour
trees that sleep
preparing blossom for my girl
this panorama is our world
Waiting for you
Little Billy at number 23 grows another two inches
Whilst Mum's roses wilt and die
Petals on the floor
In the hoover
out the door
Waiting for you is my definite pleasure
Not sure why I measure the time your away
I suppose I must miss you
Do you think...
I have this wanting in my heart and confusion in my mind.
The words I’ve left unspoken haunt me all the time.
There are nights I wake crying when I wish that you were near.
To hold me in your arms and kiss away this tear.
Right now my heart is deep...
the sun beams cool.
Thick breeze tangos
Cross her toes.
The blue grass sings for Tess, the fool,
For her frolic
And her woes.
“She’s no account! She’s but a pawn!”
Naked ladies sigh.
“Let's play awhile, and then move on!”
They will seek
They would pile up high about my knees.
They'd cluster 'round nectar like hungry bees.
If I had enough of em.
Words would cover up the sky.
They would soon learn how to fly.
They would pull my hair as they glided by.
If I had enough if em.
Words would be the...
and raised and grew and broke. This is the ABC's of my life. "A" as in anxiety for the feeling I got in my stomach when "B" as in bystander's look at me. I never cared as in "C," but that changed soon because after the "D" as spiraled out of control into my own downfall...
Reflective of the stars they bring.
Laying on a softened sheet,
Mindful of our sandy feet.
Enjoying dinner in the night,
With the dancing candle light.
As the moon does start to crest,
And even though we needed rest.
Time stands still between us now,
I wrote this when I was 17. I wasn't in the best of states. I had been cutting a week. But soon after I wrote this I got over my life and pulled my-self back together.
The wind combs my hair, the silk of the breeze so smooth.
The sparkles in the night sky, they shine so bright...
Clean and clear cuts slathered with the liquid thick and messy, and oh how it reminded her of mud. Dirty heart and damned soul, only seemingly fit her veins would weep wet soil. Simply said and stated, her mentality was out dated. Death and dying were topics of days past, but...
I've written many many poems. Since I was 8-9 I've loved writing them but of course they've changed through time and matured.
Poems is one of my best way to express my feelings or my ideas of a story or something.
directed towards herself and never did date
couldn't stand to see herself without clothing
her humor was based on self loathing
and if you wanted to know her
she wouldn't give you the time of day.
and if you wanted to show her
just how beautiful she was, she'd say,
'mount to a hill of dry beans
tiny tipsy bits
of tasteless crumb
too small for a place to be set
no 'count pile of
a trifle'n fluff to be swatted
the piddle'n mewl of
a pitiful fool
to be heard then swiftly forgotten
Of whatever is present
At each witnessed moment.
Eyes are reflectors;
To what we're enacting
Eyes are projectors
Revealing our insides
And displaying what resides
In our hearts and minds.
Your eyes speak for you;
I was too trusting.
Unable to stop it!
Someone rescue me!!!
No one came.
I was broken.
Real friends, family save me from myself.
The dark thoughts, blame, shame melt away only to visit me again.
Reminding myself I'm alive, God loves me, my friends...
when the colors
Turn to grey
How can you be blinded by the hurtful things you say.
You don't see things as you should
Let the imagination run way off track
Wonder if I sm coming or going
Or when you will be back
So hard to understand
Why do you push so hard!
Got to see the...
I revel in
the exquisite and
impossible truth that
she has chosen to be mine.
Such things are just not supposed to
be for someone like me, someone who
has done all of the things that I have done.
And yet, miraculously, it is so.
Against every conceivable odd,
she is here, we are...
in unending tears
the wounds now scars
the voices friends
learning new ways
slowly, pain ends
she's not yet there
nights still haunt
the laughing in the dark
evil speaking taunts
she knows the path
seen it before
in her dreams
through the frightening...
If all we had were memories,
…of the quite times in each other’s arms.
Feeling calm, lifted, warm and floating,
…would you know I was thinking of you?
If all we had were feelings,
...tilting our heads forward to brush cheeks.
Feeling like two melting into one,
and somewhere far above, not exactly from the heavens lives the Angel of Dark Love. With one crack of thunder followed by a flash of light, she enters your heart bearing smiles of delight. Once again I stand before you with arms open wide, a smile upon my lips and tears in my...
i stare at the sky.
i just want to fly.
why am i here?
while the end is near.
i hear a scream.
am i in a dream?
my dear old friend,
dead in the end,
leaving me alone behind,
while i am blind.
all of my kin
burned for their sin.
i fall and hopelessly lay
there appeared a ray.
so i wrote this poem long back ! just sharing with you all :
with lakhs of people travelling
and thousands of passing by
i found myself in the midst
just gazing at the sky
for i need to choose
which road to travel by
making decision was not so hard previously
but this time it...
demon in your eyes
She told me that she loved you true
Despite my being wise
"She's my best friend" I calmly warned
"You hurt her and you're dead"
"I'll hunt you down myself until"
"Your body has been bled"
She ran away with you but now
She's told me what you've done